Bourbon Girl Images

01 May 2012

28 April 2012

This was Simplex

Image by Mezza - Simplex with the hip hop poster signed

25 April 2012

Up on the Hill


When we came to the hill in 2010.

20 April 2012

Plum straight

Image by Mezza - Pacific Marina Apartments Coffs Harbour

18 April 2012

16 April 2012

Watering myself

Image by Brice Brennan - Mezza under the Newell Falls on Dorrigo Mountain 2012

14 April 2012

13 April 2012

Smooth

Image by Mezza - A smooth morning on the river at Urunga

12 April 2012

Pies and Peters

Image by Mezza - Fredo's Pies Frederickton

11 April 2012

Local Made Photography

Image by Mezza - Local Made Photography workshop sign.

10 April 2012

09 April 2012

08 April 2012

07 April 2012

06 April 2012

Beautiful Uncle Tom

Image by Mezza - Uncle Tom Kelly turns 88 years of age

01 April 2012

Living High

Image by Mezza - Pacific Marina Coffs Harbour

25 March 2012

When I had children, I made sure I photographed their every move. I have a gazillion hard photographs well organized now in a huge tub you could bathe in if you needed to, it is just that big. The price didn't really get cheaper. I tried some printing with my nifty printer which offered this when we purchased our first digital point and shoot camera. I quickly learned this was not cost effective either. Then came the digital camera big time. I have had a few over the recent years. But now I have a Canon 60D and everyday is a photographic joy.
I must delete more images though, then I will know that I have left the past where it belongs.

Image by Mezza - Beans at Urunga in the garden

20 March 2012

The Joshua Wall

Image by Mezza - Spar Brick Wall Urunga

13 March 2012

The Resting Moon

Image by Mezza - Full Moon resting on the antennae

08 March 2012

Lonely Tree

Heading out at dawn this morning taking images and looking for that image that is different to all the rest. I came across the tree in the lagoon. It looked lonely separated from the rest of the trees on the other side of the footbridge. This led me to think about being separated from the ones I love. I wondered if the tree felt the way I do. I wondered what the tree had done to be left alone. Why did they take all the other ones out and not leave one tree as a friend to that tree.

I think way too much about too many ridiculous things but for me this tree takes on a whole new meaning when I go down there. I make a point of yelling out hello to the tree. I want the tree to know that I noticed that it was alone. I always helped others in the past when they were alone and in need emotionally and spiritually and financially as well. The tree didn't look like it needed me to lay $5 on it but it did look emotionally and spiritually bankrupt.

How many times do we pass others and wonder what is their story. Everyone has a story. Some have a bigger story than others but it is still a story. When people reach their elderly years they should not be just put on the scrap heap. These are the overseers, these are the ones who should be keeping an eye on the ones younger doing certain jobs making sure the standard is kept high. Instead the aged are seen as no good any more. They are no longer seen with the reverence they should be for their wisdom of age. There will always be new fads but underneath all of that life is the same and we all eat sleep and die. Along the way a lot happens that never changes. This is the wisdom that is being lost while ever the elderly are seen as useless and just taking up space. That attitude is filthy and it depicts the hedonistic ways of today more than ever before.

Image by Mezza - Lone Tree at the edge of the headland

04 March 2012

That takes the cake

I like making cakes. I think I am a better cake maker than I am at any other cooking. Lately I have been cooking with Montana on Monday evenings. We have made cakes and this shows me that not much changes and she is still so funny. They never grow up because she still wants the beaters or the bowl to lick. This always makes me laugh too. It makes me remember when they were all little and the three of my children would fight over who was going to have what when we got to this stage of the cooking process.